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Laz-E productions only include at the moment myself, a producer from Iceland. I just try to do my own thing rather then aiming towards a special style.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,169
Peak in subgenre #605
Author
Laz-E
Rights
Laz-E productions 2004
Uploaded
July 28, 2004
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MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
It says that with all the screwed up things in the world, maybe we´re doing well all things considered.
Lyrics
I dive into existance with discomfort as follows/ Dreaming dreams of tomorrow caused by eternal everyday sorrow/ Thinking of the world spinning backwards towards the beginning/ To see everybody playing but not havin fun cos they ain´t winning/
I´m sick of shit, those who pull others down for own profit/ cynical hypocrits, and raise themselves by pointing subliminal misfits/ Suspicious of conspiracies, world endings based on one theory/ Making us paranoid by saying “it´s a two way mirror see”/ It´s a society, not a parade of prisoners/
It´s a community with individuals not a charade of whisperers/ And I´m a listener, not one who obeys blindly/ I ain´t doin nothin for no one unless they ask me kindly/ Flying high on reality cos that´s my indulgence/ My emotions work as propulsion but seem to cause convulsion/ Rhymin is my response, communicate with deranged linguistics/ a prime specimen of prolonged stay on moral statistics/
[2x]
When there´s a crying child there´s another one laughing/ When a heart is broken no-one starts the gatherin/ And for every leaf that grows, another ten wither/ Guess I´m doin pretty fine all things considered/
My own behaviour makes me depressed cos I´m obsessed/ With the angels that appear at night in my dreams of manifest/ Feel blessed but still so stressed cos of the expectation that upon me rest/ When less is more how do I know that I´ve got nothing but mess/ My life´s a game of chess, and the queen´s headed my way/ I tell her not to hurt me and show my regrets by prayin/ Sayin, my soul is a ventreloquist/ and I´m merely a dummy/ And I venture bliss/ that still makes me feel crummy/ Want to put an end to this/ though I keep on running/ It´s like a surrendered blitz/ in a raining day that´s sunny/ But the sun has hidden itself and it won´t be shinin no more/ Before I was happy but the conflicts of my mind have risen to war/ What´s in store for me´s a mistery considering what I´ve had before/ Forgotten by the lord, cos I cut the communication cord/ Feel a crazy need to adore, the clear and haze meet through hardcore/ But on the bottom I remain the Laz-E street Truebador/
[2x]
But when there´s a crying child there´s another one laughing/ When a heart is broken no one notices the gathering/ We admire the growing leaf, though another ten wither/ I can´t understand all the things considered/
Life just sent me an eviction note/ So I wrote it back to explain it was based on contridictional votes/ Raged into the desert despite the predictions though/ And drank the poison which is life knowing it has no antidote/ Hallucinating, got so many visions/ but no one to share them with/ I talk to everyone but no one listens/ It´s getting crowded thoughts amidst/ And I understand so much tryin to stand above/ But it drags me to the bottom of the issue there´s so much I´ve had enough of/ People always try to get to the bottom of things but it´s lonely/ Hitting it to bounce back up, but I didn´t bounce, seems I´m the only/ one that couldn´t catch up with the pace posessed by hate/ Commited mental suicide and confessed just to rest my case/ I wasn´t going mad I had always been just finally realised/ After so many attemps I saw the world through real eyes/ The pandemonium became so clear, I just stood there looking surprised/ Watching people do mistakes and rise back up to´em it twice/
[2x]
So help the crying child and stop the other from laughin/ Stop the breaking of hearts cos you can make it happen/ And when a leaf grows, make sure it don´t wither/ Then we´ll be doing good, with all things considered/
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